Roughin' It 2

Trent Locke, hooded under a camo cap, pursues Donny Wright through the shadowed forest. Donny halts beneath a towering grove of redwoods, and the hunt ignites into a fierce make-out, lips crashing with raw hunger. Hands roam urgently, slipping into shorts to grip heated flesh. Moments later, Trent yanks down Donny's shorts and drops to his knees, taking the uncut cock into his mouth with eager slurps. He glances up from beneath the cap's brim, eyes seeking that spark of approval. Rising for more fevered kisses, Trent yields as Donny craves a taste of his own—sinking down to devour Trent's thick pole with matching fire. Satisfied, Donny spins him around, burying his face in the lightly furred cheeks of Trent's ass for a rim job that leaves no inch untouched, tongue probing deep and deliberate. Primed and aching, Trent presses against the massive redwood trunk, bracing for the onslaught. Donny thrusts forward, his huge tree trunk plunging into Trent's welcoming heat, filling him completely with relentless drive. He leans back against the bark, letting Trent reverse onto him, backing up to swallow every inch. Donny's hands clamp Trent's shoulders, ramming with savage force until ecstasy erupts—Trent unloads massive ropes of cum. He sinks to his knees again, gazing up in silent plea. Donny answers, unleashing his load to paint Trent's well-trimmed beard in thick, warm spooge.